Checkmate With Bishop: A Hellions MC Novel by J. A. Hornbuckle Read Free Book Online Page B

hands and thighs. 
    And I could tell I was close to orgasm at just the thought, the imagining and the sheer remembrance of having sex with Stan.
    Perhaps I should’ve just gone with it, allowed myself that one small piece of joyful memory to overtake and appease the need inside.  To give myself permission, one last time, to remember and come with the abandon Stan always, but always provided.
    But I didn’t.
    No, instead I reluctantly removed my hands from my body and reached for my small purse on the nightstand to pull out my cell phone.
    And to call the number that was stored in its history.
     

Chapter Five
     
    “’Lo…” he mumbled, valiantly trying to remember where he was, much less why he had his cell pressed to his ear as his mouth moved without his knowledge.
    “Stan?  It’s Dory.”
    He rolled to his side, his braid tangled between the sheets and his back as he tried to wake up but the combo of the Percocet and weed still held him in its grips.  It had been a hard night.
    “Hey, babe.”  Bishop knew his voice was in the deeper registers and that his mouth wasn’t fully working by the slurring of his words.  “What’s up?”
    “You wanted to talk?”
    Yeah, he did. 
    Or he had.
    If only he could remember why.
    “Uh-huh.”  Was that the best he could do?  He levered himself up onto his elbows, clutching the covers over his chest as he moved.  God!  Why’d he have to get so fucked up just to sleep?  “Erm…how you doing, babe?”
    There was silence down the line but not so much that he couldn’t hear her breathing.  And as always with Dory, her breath told a story.  It was deep, almost a pant through their connection.  So she was really relaxed, totally turned on or was drunk.
    “I’m good but a bit confused about what we, at this point, need to discuss.”
    So was he.  There had been a reason he’d felt the need to call her but damn if he could remember it in the depths of his high. So his mouth went a different direction.  Spoke of something he’d thought, but had quickly discarded as an impossible dream. “I need to see you.  Don’t care if I have to go to Casper or if you come here but I need to…”
    There was a gasp that was almost too soft to hear, but even in the miasma of pills and smoke Bishop heard it loud and clear.  “I need to see you, Dory.”
    “Why, Stan?” her satin voice asked, its tone slithering over his skin.  Dory had always been his weakness, her innocence belying her sexiness and it obviously hadn’t lost its appeal to him.  Not if the rod that was tenting his bed covering was any indication. 
    As if in fascination at the hard-on he was sporting, his hand moved down in a firm caress over the sheet draped on his fulsome flesh.  “We’ve got things to talk about.”
    “What things?”  Why did her voice sound breathily sexy instead of suspicious and snarky? 
    He shook his head, wanting, no needing the cobwebs to disappear as he talked to her.  She’d finally responded to him and yet he couldn’t put two sentences together in order to speak.  “It’s been a long time, babe.  Time enough for me to say sorry.”
    “Stop calling me ‘babe’, Stan.”
    He closed his eyes at the sound of his name, his real name on her lips.  God.  He remembered watching her say it, moan it as she hit it because of all the things he’d done to her and the iron rod beneath his fist flexed.
    “And we can say sorry over the phone.”  But Dory’s voice, that goddamn sexy breathiness, gave her away again.  Christ.  If she’d been in front of him, he could’ve read her like a book even after all the years they’d been apart.
    “Not my way, Dory, and you fucking know it,” he countered sliding his hand underneath the sheet to touch himself skin-on-skin. 
    There was a huff, a deep pant that came through the line loud and clear.  He wondered if she was even aware of it since he knew she liked to deny how turned on she was until the very last